Phantosmia.
Until last night, I had never heard that word before. Which is sort of a shame, because it might have saved me a few sleepless nights over the last week. Turns out, i'm having olfactory hallucinations, in which I constantly smell smoke. I'm lucky -- the other major manifestation of this weirdness is to smell rotting flesh.
Counting our blessings here in the voodoo bungalow.
It's the strangest thing: day, night, at home, in the car, shopping, EVERYWHERE, I smell smoke. Luke has forbidden me to talk about it anymore, and refuses to just "come here and sniff deeply" ever, ever again.
Apparently I either have a viral infection of the sinuses or a brain tumor, if the web is to be believed. As, of course, it must be.
I've been telling my mother for years that we're going to engrave "What's that smell?" on her headstone. Turns out God has a sense of humor.
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I smell it, too. For about a week now I have smelled an almost constant cigarette smoke odor. It just hit all at once and refuses to go away for any length of time. It's driving me nuts, but I too am thankful I didn't get the rotting smell of death. Thanks for the post, and I'll be hoping neither of us has a tumor.
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